fleeting sappy thoughts
in every universe hobie brown is a guy who doesn't do commitment. he doesn't do titles, labels, rings, cuffing as a concept. he never has a family, so he never thought about having his own. plus, the dangers of the job, can't really tell when he'd get to be there for someone. the last thing he'd do is be deadbeat. so he says he doesn't believe in starting a family. but he knows you do and he knows you sacrifice that part of you to be with him.
from time to time he does see what you see. wedding bells, suits, champagne, guests, you in a white dress followed by the obvious pregnancy tests, happy tears, your body swollen up because of him and well... a child. he smiles at the thought occasionally but he knows better than to pursue it. until one day he gives it a serious thought.
he doesn't directly mention it, of course (it's hobie.) its always innocuous.
one day he's putting on his clothes. the usual spiky belts and bracelets.
" if 'e eve' have a kid am i gon' have to put a rubba guard on my belt?" he chuckles. you laugh with him but soon realize. waittttt he never does this... never brings up kids of his own. of your own. must be mayday's impact, you believe.
it escalates though, and you let him have his moment.
when he buys you things, he often asks "ya get a baby version o' dis?" or "bet this'd look so cute on a' lil' kid righ'?"
until it culminates in him admitting it to you after a long night together. your head is on his chest. you like it that way.
"babe"
you can feel his heartbeat accelerate. it's beating so fast its reverberating through your body due to your proximity to him.
"i love you"
"hmm i love you too" you say, but you know he's stalling.
"i look good inna suit innit?" he smirks down at you. you smile at him, he always looks good. "and you'd look bomb in 'ose long white gowns yeah?"
"somebody you know getting married, hobes? you dont be bringing up wedding attire outta no where..."
"i jus' been... ya know... considering it... n shi'. it's all cuz a' you. i been thinkin', you in white, band on tha' hand type... then eventually make you all swollen up cuza' me... i's hot as shit"
"sicko" you taunt.
"can' really help it, can i love?"
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i CANNOT keep writing tonight i am so tirer wnr
this happens idk why but well. if you cannot tell i wm woo7
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